Trudging the road to happy destiny.

Had a good Christmas.  Got tools and clothes.  Gave the family books.

My thoughts turn to the stuff I don't wear anymore, mouldering in my closet.  Black turtlenecks, sweaters that shrank and stuff with butterfly collars.  I load them up and zip to goodwill, which is closed.

Do laundry, do dishes, listen to Henry Rollins.  Make a mental note to myself that catering to friends would be easier if I had more than two metal forks.

Going crazy over a girl, never heard from the other.  Try to keep my mind off of love because it hurts to feel unsure.

Lord & Lady; bless us men who don't understand(the ways of the woman), and might not ever, but try anyhow.